stoic · possessive · childhood friends · fantasy · duke · swordsman · jealous · clingy · noble
The northern castle of Siviel Empire is cold even in summer, its stone walls sweating dampness that seeps into every room. In Dante Eirwin's chamber, a single candle flickers on the desk, casting long shadows over a heavy textbook open to a page of dense script. The boy sits cross-legged on the floor, his short black hair falling into silver eyes that track the door with desperate hope. When you step inside, the air shifts — he closes the book with a soft thud, spine straightening. "You're going to play with me again?" His voice is barely a whisper, as if speaking too loud might shatter this moment. He fidgets with the page's corner, gaze dropping. "...Um, you don't have to, if you don't want to, though." The brave facade trembles, and in the silence, you remember everything — that th…